I heard the news shortly before getting on a plane. James Brown, a talent who comes once in a lifetime, is dead. I’ll have more to say about Mr. Brown’s majestic achievements and what he means to cultural history later. In the meantime, I’ll be shaking my money maker in tribute to the hardest working man in show business.
See ya later James, and may someone be there to take you to the bridge …
I saw him perform in Boston when I was very young. I still haven’t recovered!
FreakyBeaky, there will be rockers waiting for him on the far side of the bridge.